There are many possible ways for a person to die suddenly.

Because I usually seem to be healthy, I think I was killed, which is too biased.

"Mr. Song, we need to investigate what you said, if the facts are indeed as you say, then we will take action, but if you deceive me, the contract will be reversed, and you will suffer a series of unpredictable and terrible events."

When Ye Quan said this, his voice suddenly lowered, and the incense burner on the desk behind her emitted a faint smoke, the room was a little dark, and the sunlight outside shone through the window of the flower window. The light and shadow formed two parts on Ye Quan's face, making her expression look gloomy and uncertain, which deepened the mystery of these words.

Song Wen didn't think so much, after all, he was a college graduate, although St. John's University has a strong religious background, it is the first school in the country to teach in English, and Guangxu has been teaching in English since Guangnian . This way of teaching allows St. John's students to be exposed to Western technology and culture earlier. Although Song Wen graduated in literature, he majored in English literature and wrote in Chinese, but he was full of longing for Western countries such as Britain and the United States, and like those self-proclaimed foreign students, he regarded the traditional Chinese folk theory of ghosts and gods as nonsense.

It's this contract, and he just has the mentality that it's just venting.

He was also thinking about whether this woman would be a liar, so when he signed, he deliberately did not use his own handwriting but turned it into a very regular Song style, even when he pressed his handprint, he only lightly printed it. Even if it is exposed in the future, as long as it is said that the contract was written later, and the handprint was indiscriminately pressed by someone who drank too much.

Who would take such a contract seriously?

Song Wen glanced at the contract, the woman wrote on it that the price of Mr. Song Wen's revenge was six souls, Song Wen and his wife, and his four children, she also asked the name and age of each child in the Song family very seriously, Song Wen answered one by one, but he didn't think so.

"Okay, according to our signing procedure, I have informed all the precautions. If something goes wrong in the future, you will bear it. ”

Song asked, "So, when will I wait?" ”

"Wait until we look into it. It probably takes a week. ”

The woman poses as a send-off.

Song Wen walked to the front of the antique shop and saw the handsome young man looking at him with a smile.

Song Wen felt weak in his heart, hesitated and asked, "You ...... What to laugh at? ”

Zhao Nan deliberately looked at him carefully, and said mysteriously: "Remember, you can't tell lies, otherwise you will backfire." ”

Song Wen originally thought that this kind of thing was nonsense, but these two people reminded themselves one after another that they had listened to it a few times in this moment, and Rao was no longer serious, and this was also a pimple in his heart, he vaguely agreed, and hurriedly walked out in a few steps. Walking to the side street, he exhaled a long breath, which was strange to say, although Song Wen kept telling him that the contract was purely pretending to be a ghost, he still felt that his heart was heavy, and he came out to breathe, which was much more comfortable.

Whatever, if he can really get rid of Lin Haiyang, it would be great, what kind of soul, a deceitful ghost.

Thinking about it like this, the whole person relaxed, he hummed a minor tune and returned to the newspaper office, the anniversary celebration was over, he entered the door just in time to see Lin Haiyang walking over, the latter was proud of the spring breeze, and he was still wearing a windbreaker in his hand, it seemed that he was going out, Song Wen couldn't hide from it, so he could only step forward hard.

"Old Song, what did you do?"

When Lin Haiyang saw Song Wen, he frowned, and his tone was not good.

"I remembered that I had a news story to do, so I went out and interviewed it." Song asked, vaguely, in his answer.

"What news could be more important than an anniversary celebration? Running errands for newcomers to do is, Lao Song, you are an old-timer, the old man of the newspaper, you have to set an example for newcomers, you sneak out, if you are talked about behind your back, it will be very difficult for me to do. ”

Lin Haiyang looked angry, and Song Wen scolded in his heart: Fart, what anniversary celebration, how can it be so important, it's just a stage for you to dance with long sleeves and good at dancing, do you have to force me to see you proud? But he just smiled humbly and nodded yes again and again.

Lin Haiyang saw that he couldn't get any satisfaction here in Song Wen, so he waved his hand and walked out of the door.

Song Wen bent down and watched his back go away, then he spat on the ground and scolded in a very small voice: "What is there to be angry about the fox and the fake tiger!" It's not a soft rice eater yet. ”

He and Lin Haiyang have already gone farther and farther, and not only will there be no intersection when they are far away, but it is impossible to even parallel.

"Oh, Editor Song, what are you doing here? Why don't you see you for a while in a meeting, and your back is hunched? A woman's shrill voice came, and Song Wen sighed in his heart, he felt that he was really unlucky today, why did he meet Miss Fan again.

This Miss Fan is also a college graduate, with thick black-rimmed glasses, ear-length hair, a slightly protruding mouth, and a thin person, a bit like a monkey from the side, this Miss Fan is one of Lin Haiyang's suitors, of course, it is only a unilateral pursuit, Lin Haiyang is no different from other reporters to her.

Miss Fan is a new woman, advocating free-spirited love, the whole newspaper, she is already Sima Zhao's heart is well known, but she usually twists and pinched with a shelf, Song Wen has always been respectful of her, and she can hide as far as she can, but she didn't expect her groveling appearance to be seen by this woman.

Song Wen glared at her, turned around and left, but Miss Fan didn't let him go, and shouted: "Oh, I'm afraid I feel uncomfortable looking at it, so I deliberately hid out, right?" ”

Song Wen turned around abruptly and stared at Miss Fan: "Even if I deliberately hide out and blow a pool of spring water, what is the matter?" Hiding out shows that I am still a little ashamed, unlike you, Miss Fan, who rarely looks in the mirror when I think about it, and I have no self-knowledge at all. ”

Miss Fan was furious: "What did you say? ”

"I said that you Miss Fan is ugly, and your heart is even uglier, and I think that others don't know your thoughts, but in fact, they have long been a joke in the mouths of the newspaper, and everyone is just using you as a pastime."

His words were like a dagger quenched with poison, straight into Miss Fan's heart. Miss Fan screamed and cried.

Song Wen shrugged and hummed back to the office.

Someone inside had already heard the noise outside, and hurriedly probed out to look, and someone deliberately asked: "Old Song, how did you provoke Miss Fan, hey, look, Miss Fan is crying." ”

Song Wen's face did not change: "This woman came at thirteen o'clock, how dare I provoke her, I am afraid that she is like a dog skin plaster, and she can't get rid of it." ”

The people who heard it laughed: "Old Song, you also said that Miss Fan is a little self-aware, I think you also need to be a little self-aware, even if Miss Fan is a dog skin plaster, you have to paste it to Editor-in-Chief Lin, where will you go to great lengths to paste your Old Song, don't dream." It turned out that these people had listened carefully, and they had only asked him for the sake of a joke.

Song Wen is a person who is very inward-looking, and he was poked in the sore spot, like a deflated balloon, and the pride of defeating Miss Fan disappeared without a trace.

He lowered his head and smiled bitterly, in the eyes of these people, where do they still have dignity, these people all deserve to die!